In the spirit of vulnerability and keeping things real over here, I feel like I need to do an extension of a post that I wrote a little bit ago.
Yes, it’s 100% true that this is not where I pictured my life going.
And yes, most of the time, I’m ok with that. I trust that my life will turn out as it is meant. This isn’t to say, however, that I don’t have moments of doubt, worry, and absolute panic.
I worry about where I’ll be next year when my service commitment is over. I worry about where I’ll be 6 months from now in the midst of my second year of teaching. Heck, I worry about a month from now when I’ll be into the school year and hanging out with my students and doing grad school stuff at the same time again.
I sometimes doubt that I’m in the right career.
I doubt that I’m taking the right steps relationship-wise that will lead me to be the most fulfilled.
I wonder if I really can have it all.
I panic when I think about 5 and 10 year plans. (Spoiler- I don’t have one!)
What I mean is that this is all a part of it. Despite the worry, the panic, the doubt- in the end I have to tell myself that it will all work out as it should.
I may not have my life planned out. I don’t have a timeline.
But I have hope. And dreams. And goals.
And faith that it will all work itself out.
It’s all going to be ok.